She pulled her hand back, but still couldn't get it free. Olivia Lewis stopped in her tracks, pursed her lips, and shook her hand, "Adam Sinclair, let go!"
"No." The response was clear and firm, but his voice was hoarse and fragmented, clearly showing he was someone who had just undergone surgery.
His eyes were intensely focused on the person by the bed, "If I let go, you'll leave."
Olivia turned her head away, avoiding his eyes, her voice softened a bit, "I won't, let go first, I'll go get a doctor for you."
Her wrist was still being held tightly, with no intention of release.
Olivia frowned, turning back to the man who was holding her tightly, and asked somewhat exasperatedly, "Adam, what exactly do you want?!"
She truly didn't understand what he was trying to do!
He was the one who went too far first, and the one who risked his life, what exactly did he want, why not just end it quickly instead of this slow torment.
